I Was So Full Of Sleep At

At This High Moment, Ability Failed My Capacity To Describe.

Blessed Are The Peacemakers, For They Have Freed Themselves From Sinful Wrath.

O Power Of Fantasy That Steals Our Minds From Things Outside, To Leave Us Unaware, Although A Thousand Trumpets May Blow Loud--what Stirs You If The Senses Show You Nothing? Light Stirs You, Formed In Heaven, By Itself, Or By His Will Who Sends It Down To Us.

L'amor Che Move Il Sole E L'altre Stelle (the Love That Moves The Sun And The Other Stars)

There Is A Gentle Thought That Often Springs To Life In Me, Because It Speaks Of You.